One Day The Gilmours Entertained A Traveller, A Native Gentleman, Who,
As The Custom Was In My Time On Those Great Vacant Plains Where Houses
Were Far Apart, Had Ridden Up To The Gate At Noon And Asked For
Hospitality.
He was a man of education, a great traveller in the land,
and at table entertained them with an account of some of the strange
out-of-the-world places he had visited.
Presently one of the sons of the house, a tall slim good-looking young
man of about thirty, came in, and saluting the stranger took his seat
at the table. Their guest started and seemed to be astonished at the
sight of him, and after the conversation was resumed he continued from
time to time to look with a puzzled questioning air at the young man.
Mrs. Gilmour had observed this in him and, with the thought of her lost
son ever in her mind, she became more and more agitated until, unable
longer to contain her excitement, she burst out: "O, Senor, why do you
look at my son in that way? - tell me if by chance you have not met
someone in your wanderings that was like him."
Yes, he replied, he had met someone so like the young man before him
that it had almost produced the illusion of his being the same person;
that was why he had looked so searchingly at him.
Then in reply to their eager questions he told them that it was an old
incident, that he had never spoken a word to the young man he had seen,
and that he had only seen him once for a few minutes.
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